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Pete's Scribblings: Judy Do https://t.co/Niw5n2UQuG

Five-year famine shocker
headline news fit to skinny print, page three
kicker, this is me tied fast to legally blinded tree
well, she got no truck with something like that

Pete's Scribblings: Angel Heart https://t.co/rImpLA6832

A gummy evening stuffed full of little enough stirring,
when she appeared. I tended my flock
with my crook, and read her words with shock
then delight, raising an adequate semi salute.

Pete's Scribblings: Angel Heart https://t.co/rImpLA6832

So, look.
I actually don’t think she is to blame.
Fickle things, exposed to naked flame,
must always melt like candle wax,
cavort and frolic from truth’s heat in shame,
capricious until heaven beckons back.

Harsh would she patient remind you share, play fair.
Yet she set square smiles, framed in locks of protractor hair
would you bring autumn apples, to lay upon her desk;
she was pleased to rub upon full bosom and caress? https://t.co/W6Xash6XAT

Pete's Scribblings: The Day it Rained Forever https://t.co/1m8hMqQrvR

Put our arms round shivering things
hope mending pain can bring
no burden. Love is a coming pleasure,
dreams ahead to gather and treasure,
turning backs on measure for measure,
on the day it rained forever.

Pete's Scribblings: A Map of the Island https://t.co/txLkngn0C8

Draw. This map of the island from within inked in
such dreams as stuff is nonsense, frowning begin
deep in call and response, walk on, walk on with hope,
to hang up on their hearts with just enough rope

Pete's Scribblings: This Small Round Mine https://t.co/edPNLM0fBD

How one upon the other acts,
awaits magnetic fields to attract,
will countermeasure cataracts.
This unspoken pact with sealing wax,
in abundant vein of rich motherlode,
may come together and explode.

Pete's Scribblings: What You Saw I See https://t.co/H0MoZzI9Pd

One day we might reach out our hands,

clench love’s firm grasp;

dream far off undiscovered countries, be free.

Oh, it is not as it should be,

and what you saw I still see:

in this life you could complete me.

Pete's Scribblings: What You Saw I See https://t.co/H0MoZzI9Pd

Then saw Libra, somewhere far overhead:
She’s glittering over graves of life’s wasted dead
decaying together both killers and killed,
restless in slumber all dreams unfulfilled.

Pete's Scribblings: and all our Angels... https://t.co/dWMtpnSS9n

Seize love, hold on to it, don't dismiss it lightly - as Rozalla would say. You'll seldom get another chance.

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